06 December 2011

spirit

and so it is december. apparently, I am the last to know. am mustering up everything in me to make christmas magic around here, I am tapping the reserves. not sure where it's all going to come from but there are two children here and they are waiting for the little forest that lives on the mantle. they are waiting for the kooky little gold glittered santa boot that I bring out every year, for the santa mugs that line the bathroom window sill. they are waiting for christmas records and christmas picture books, for shiny old bulbs and sparkly white lights, for the scent of fresh cut christmas tree to fill the house. they are waiting for the jolly and the merry. my head is worlds away but I will get there this week. I know that I will.

As much as, through our adult lens, it can be such a staggeringly long list of stress upon stress, children inherently hold sacred every whiff of holiday traditions. I do not believe for one moment it's because, as children, they see it all being about "the gifts!"; it is not in any way selfish. I believe it is because children, in their low-to-the-ground, wise way, know that these are the signs and symbols of a season of making sacred and profound everything that is "family" -- and that is what's nestled inside all those baubles and evergreens....